This morning we packed our bags and headed to Pai Adventure Rafting for a 2 day trip down the Pai River. After a few pointers and an hour ride to the river, our group of 12 hit the river in 2 rafts. Our raft was a fun bunch, with Terri and I, a single girl from Hong Kong, and a couple from London. Unfortunately, it's no longer rainy season (which isn't all that bad in itself...), so the water level was low. All class II's and a couple of III's.
The Pai River meanders through the jungle, so there were plenty of birds, 3 foot lizards, and a couple of gibbon monkeys calling in the forest. Our guide was named Poo (I'm not kidding), and he was a spirited young Thai fella. Especially since he was sipping on Jungle Juice the whole way, sharing with us. It was actually Rice Moonshine from the Tribal Village, and tasted/smelled a lot like tequila--although much stronger.
Saying our camp was "basic" that night would be an understatement. I'm quite used to roughing it, but not in a bamboo-floored hut, 2 feet off the ground, mosquito net with plenty of holes, non-flushing toilet in a bamboo outhouse, no shower at all, and in stinky old sleeping bags and no pillows. Where's a Thai Masseuse when you need em'? Apparently not in the middle of the jungle near the Burmese Border. The food actually was pretty good, and the campfire in the jungle was nice for story-swapping and joke telling as well. By the way, I won "most embarassing story." Thanks to my buddy Matt Rhees.
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